Comanche Haven (The Loflin Legacy: Book 1) Page 33
“Me too.” Celia burrowed deep into Seth chest.
“You have to know that if I’d had any idea where you were I’d have come to you. You have to know…” his voice trailed off on an agonized tremor.
Celia reached up and stroked his cheek. He looked weary and tired and she had yet another moment’s consignation as she thought of all she’d put him through.
“Come here.” Seth’s voice was husky. Guiding her to the bed, Seth sat and pulled her between his knees. Running his hands along the outside of her arms, he managed to incite tiny fingers of warmth. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Scanning her face, his hand came up and fisted in her hair. Then his mouth was on hers needy and urgent. This man was hers in every way that was important.
Trailing kisses down the column of her neck and then her collarbone, Seth undid buttons and pulled at the velvet of her gown as he searched for her breast. Petticoats went flying into the air and pantalets fell to the floor in a heap. Beneath the silk of her chemise, he found the object of his quest. With his mouth torturing her aril as his hand cupped her other breast, Seth moaned low. “Mine,” he groaned. He turned her and worked the laces of her corset loose. Under his deft fingers, soon the corset went sailing across the room. With the tedious restriction eliminated, Seth let his hands roam the soft flesh of her belly.
Exquisite pleasure shot through her. A primal calling urged her to gather this man in and take what he offered with abandon. Time seemed to slow to a halt as he continued to torment her fevered flesh with an urgency that swept her along in its embrace. Molten hot and yearning, she could feel herself losing the grip on reality. Nothing mattered but his wonderful hands. She was wet and slick when his fingers slide into her heat. Bowing with the sensation, Celia came with a blinding light.
“More!” Seth was straddling her now and watching her with the hot and hungry eyes of a lover in need.
She worked the buttons of his trousers open, as he discarded his tattered jacket and shirt. With a final tug, Seth threw the last of his clothing aside, and using his hands cupped her breasts, nursing one and then the other to a warm, rosy glow.
Celia fisted her hands in his hair and groaned his name. “Seth, oh, Seth.”
“What do you want, darlin’? Tell me.”
His husky groan sent warmth down her spine and spreading through her thighs. Soft tender kisses trailed along her belly and lower still. His engorged shaft pressed at her flesh reminding her of all he had to give.
“Take me, Seth. Take me now!” Her breath grew labored and her vision blurred with each new assault.
“No, not until you tell me what you want, Little One. Tell me, tell me now.” His words came out low and tender like the notes of a sonnet not quite complete.
“I...I want…” Celia’s thoughts clouded as she fought the need to think. She would not abandon her heart this time. She would stand and fight for what was hers. “I want you, Seth.”
His breath warmed her lips as he lowered his head.
“Christ.” Seth levered his hips and with a swift plunge, he buried himself deep inside her.
Their bodies meshed for one sweet instant, while both of them reveling in the sheer bliss of their coupling.
She moved against him in invitation. “Take me, Seth. Love me, now.”
Smooth as silk, Seth moved inside her and soon Celia was matching him, thrust for hungry thrust. She found a new freedom in Seth’s arms. Wave after wave of desire pummeled her as Seth drove himself further into her heat. With his body, Seth was freeing her to be his. Here was her truth. Her bonds with the old Celia melted away in the arms of her husband and a wonderfully spiraling rapture took her. She clung to his broad shoulders as stars danced in front of her heavily lidded eyes. The last thing Celia remembered was the primal moan Seth offered up to the heavens as he followed her over the edge.
The aftermath of lovemaking for love’s sake, held a sense of the fanciful as well as a dousing of reality, a warmer, richer reality. Clearer somehow than Celia had ever known, for here in Seth’s arms, Celia was truly home. In all her days, when this moment was but a distant memory, Celia knew she would have a memory to cherish. Her heart was here, in this man’s tender hold and when they arose to face their world, they would face it as one.
The End
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